After Yao Zuo poured that half bottle of fuel inside, he poured a bottle of water inside as well.
Hoping to wash away the remaining oil on the tank's walls, it might run a bit further.
Finally, the pickup truck ran eight kilometers, and on the outskirts of a small town, it completely gave out.
There were still 10 kilometers away from the base, Gan Hu glanced at the sun.
It's been four days since they set off from Orange Continent.
Afternoon, 2 PM.
Feeling dizzy from hunger, Gan Hu got off the car.
He left behind the luggage, like bedding, only taking a gun and a cold weapon, leaving everything else inside.
Yao Zuo grabbed the map, leaving the rest inside as well.
With only ten kilometers left, as long as they could reach, they could send someone back to retrieve it.
Gan Hu was extremely upset, during the flood, he dropped the walkie-talkie in the water with a careless step.
Otherwise, they could have walked less.
